Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The Opera of the Jungle

And how come suffering of others comes across as something like Leprosy?
How is the first reaction always that of running away?
Is it again the system? 
How can a system made by humans for humans be so inhuman?
Is excuse again the famous "Too few resources for too many" and thus the sense of snatching away and hiding in a secure shell justified?
If in the guise of this excuse everything antisocial is accepted then how come we call ourselves a civilization?
How come we don't throw away the masks and declare the JUNGLE, which is indeed the reality ?


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Friday, December 28, 2012

Reverie

While these people are in a riot
I wonder what I am doing here?
I give that lil smirk and wonder
Isn't that what I always swear?

This wasn't even supposed to be a poem
And I dont think it is.
This chaos makes me wonder,
Was I sleeping?

Was I sleeping
and everybody else is waking up?
or is it that everybody has gone in a trance
And I continue to stay awake

Thats what happens when you are sad
You tend to stay awake
But then everbody;s sad
Am I dead?


Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Play

The Prof in Asylum [P]

The Doctor [D]

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D : It's a shame we meet in such awkward circumstances professor. I read your work and I think you are exceptional.

P: Being nice are you? In what capacity may I ask? As a visiting doctor, or as the beautiful lady that you are?
Neither forms of you impress me by the way.

D: They warned about how you get sarcastic. Didn't know you get caustic!

P: So you think I am caustic?

D: Yes

P: And exceptional?

D: at the same time, yes !

P: Ah ! No wonder they keep me in a cage. I am one of a kind come to think of it.

D: Professor, you could have contributed a lot to the society with your genius. Look at you, where you ended up!

P: * Keeps Staring *

D: What?

P: This is the point where I give a long intellectual speech about how I don't give a flying fuck about the society, isnt it?

D: You dont need to say it. What you did made it clear enough.

P : What a predictable conversation !

D: We need you to help us

P: You needed to say that? They keep me chained and I havent seen daylight in years now, and then they send someone as pretty as you suddenly to talk to me. Of course you need my help. But tell me, what part of me gives the impression that I need to listen to such dumb conversations ?

D: Will you ? help?

P: What a predictable conversation !

D: I don't have time to waste.

P:What a predictable conversation !

D:You could save lives Professor

P: What a predictable conversation !

D: *Silent*

P: Stares

D: Why is being predictable such a problem?

P: Because it lacks randomness *Does the butterfly dance*

D: And why should I be indulging in random talks when there is such an important task at hand?

P: Is it more important than the creation of the universe my lady?

D: Excuse me ?

P:Entropy.

D: Entropy ?

P:  is the measure of degree of randomness. It is always increasing. Which means randomness is always increasing. Increase in entropy is the basic fabric on which universe is sketched, which means randomness is the way in which universe is sketched. Randomness, is the way universe is created. Universe is the truth. No Randomness, No Universe. No Universe No truth.  Go Figure

D: *Silent*

P: *keeps doin the butterfly dance*

D:They need to know your methods of prediction. We need to save people. Please !

P:How do you know What I wrote is correct?

D: We don't. There are so many things which are just absurd in your book. No one has been able to decipher.

P: But you just did.That's what that stuff is. Absurd.

D: Really?

P: What a predictable conversation.

D: Why would you do that? Why would you put bullshit in such amazing work?

P: Because honey, its not a "book". It's a device. No one but the enlightened one will know what is right and what is wrong in it.

D:We need you to help us predict.

P: And take away the basic reason of the cause? Interfere with Nature? Restrict the Randomness?














Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Climate Change

Snowfall in Saudi Arabia, March 2012 #Climate Change

Source: Al Jazeera

Tsumiki No Ie

Picture says a thousand words. Video says it more. I think no one should miss this masterpiece of a short movie. 

With the way the situation is right now, this movie will soon be a reality. For OUR generation.














Thursday, September 27, 2012

Implosion, please!!

In Tokyo's Rose Hall of United Nations, blessed and gifted people from 37 countries across the globe debate on an extremely sensitive issue, global warming. 



  • Do we foresee a nature based adaptation or technology driven ecosystems?
  • Is investment in climate change a good idea? Where does one draw the line?

These are some of the issues which young, vibrant and talented people debate on. 

Expected. 


Talking about exceptional people, Hamza Mohammad is a Somali freelance journalist living in London.He reports from camps 30 Kms north of capital city, Mogadishu. Camps made from plastic sheets, papers, tattered clothes thrown away by the big city. This "waste" is what refugees use to build their lives. 

A parallel universe. 







Isha Ali, a weak and fragile mother of five, struggles to put plastic sheets to save herself from rain.Like all refugees, she has walked weeks to escape the religious conflicts in her village.She lost all her five children during the exodus. She is too weak to stand. 

A village which once was the richest in terms of agricuture, is now inhabitable due to ethnic voilence between muslims and other tribes. 

Isha holds his hands in a feeble grip and manages to utter the words "Hungry , hungry". All she has had to consume during last three days is rainwater. 

She breaks into tears when she finds out he is a journalist, not an AID worker. 

In the city, 15 kilometers away from the camp, food received from UN and agencies is being sold illegally in a rampant manner. Economics is simple. Farmer charges money as per the charges incurred to grow the food. Relief ration comes at the price which the corrupt NGO officer asks. 
Per tonne wise, it a lot cheaper to buy the ration off relief agencies. So confident are the sellers that they don't even bother to remove the "NOT FOR SALE" or UN logos from the sack. 

Business !







When the problems become extreme, revolutions happen.Yes. We saw how a 27 year young unemployed Tunisian called Mohd  Bouazizi sparked the entire Arab wave. The universal truth is that "Change is the only thing permanent". Despots across the world tend to forget it time and again. The revolutionary waves reminds them with a slap on their head. Sometimes with a bullet !



How come extreme events like hunger and violence in Africa, Corruption in Asian countries like India escape a sustained revolution?

Born in 1924, Amiclar Cabral from an extremely poor country of Cape Verde realized the need for a revolution in his country. Young Amiclar was an educated Agro engineer and wondered at the same question.



How come there hasn't been a revolution in spite of the extreme pathetic situation of my country?

Amiclar sparked an armed revolution which Africa and the world had never seen before in the 60's. 

With a difference !

He realized that in most of the cases where revolutions failed the common mass who was suffering never identified itself with the mainstream revolutionaries. After a revolution was over the fighters gained power and the cycle continued. Mass continued to suffer. 

Amiclar made the common people beleive that the fighters were one of them. 

How?


The revolutionaries integrated themselves thoroughly with the daily lives of common people. When not fighting, they were striped of the ranks and power and they worked on farms as common farmers helping people grow their village economy. Most importantly, extremely effective communication between the commons and the fighters was established. 
Amiclar Cabral realized that helping people satisfy their basic needs would free their minds to contemplate more ethereal problems, like freedom and independence.
 



When the fighters went to war, the entire village wept. When they won, the entire village wept.
Unity was achieved. 

For his efforts, Amiclar Cabral was assassinated in 1973. 8 months later his country acheived unilateral declaration of independence. 


That's the thing about us, we all know what we want freedom from: from our government, our jobs, our responsibilties. 

What do you want freedom for?

Call me an existentialist, but I sincerely believe freedom does not mean not having any responsibility. In fact, it means taking responsibility for "everything" in your life. You don't have anything to blame. Not even destiny or god. You are "free", remember?





While it's great to hear all extremely talented colleugues to debate on issues such as climate change, it would be heartening to see if all the talent was used to work upon a solution which is implementable and involves masses. Preaching and leading does not get sustainable solutions anymore.






Getting people to act without being motivated by a leader.The need to change should come from within. That's what is required.








An Implosion instead of an Explosion. 







 -Kunal. 





   

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Golden Pen



Dreams are realms where your subconscious rules. You sad boring little life is a mere palette of colors from which it picks up a few shades and then creates.

Creates what it wants. 

I was writing before I slept and left the cap of my golden parker open. 
Small event , right?



It formed the central theme of the dream. I had not one, not two , not three , but multiple layers of different stories going on at once. All connected to the pen and its cap. 

Theme 1: 
Interestingly enough, central theme is the story of a spy.This is the main story line and all other stories were happening in between this one. Now I dont really remember what this particulars of this story, but yes this guys is dressed in suits and is involved in counterespionage. Dream started with this guy in bed with a woman, he suddenly wakes up from the sleep. We keep coming back to this scene throughout the dream. Apparently the spy gets a dream warning him about the woman next to him. [Dream within a dream].




The story of the spy was very elaborate and specific, like a movie. From what I remember, the main highlight is that through a scan of a paper which shows an open pen cap, the spy comes to know that he is being double crossed and survives.

Theme 2: 
Next, the story fast forwards. I am old now. I feel very dejected with the fact that Ive done horrible things as a spy. I keep thinking how world is such a bad place. I decide to jump from a bridge. I start walking in rain. I throw my phone away. As I throw the phone away, the pen falls on the road. Pen cap remains in the pocket. Just when i am about to jump, there is this young guy who comes up to return my pen. I am so surprised and overwhelmed that I keep looking at him. I take the pen and walk back home smiling.



Theme 3:
I am really poor. Young. I have an interview. I go to a shopping mall. I steal a shirt. I go to a restaurant, I steal a blazer.
There is a this druglord who delivers a bag full of coke I think. He gets paid in one piece of a transparent blue diamond. He hides it in his golden parkers pen cap.It has something like that of a chamber.  I am at the reception of the hotel where the druglord stands. Druglord keeps the pen on desk for some reason. He is being searched by the cop. I steal his pen cap thinking that Ill put it on my shirt and everyone will think I have a golden parker. I leave the pen with its front hiding under a paper. I walk out with pen cap unaware of the diamond.

Theme 4:

Little kid in class, Drops his pen cap. Goes down to pick up the pen cap but stops to peep under the skirt of girl sitting behind him. He is caught.
What follows is horror. He is turned out of his class. Principal tells him to go and call his parents. He is suspended from school. He is so embarrassed to tell his parents that he ends up running away from home instead. He is picked up by the local pickpockets. He swears never to be good again !



From what I believe, the spy story had three separate instances where the pen and its cap were involved. This included a sign engraved on the pen and a person having a similar tattoo on his arm. I have no clue about the story.

I don't know about you, but I love to be dominated by the subconscious mind. One could call me a masochist in that sense !






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